Dear Taiba, I don't know who I am anymore. I don't recognise myself when I look in the mirror. I see a strange women with empty eyes staring back at me. I don't remember how I came to this point nor do I know how I will leave this darkness surrounding me. I just know... Continue Reading →
For a long time, the hijab didn't feel like me anymore. After wearing for over a decade, my intentions for wearing the hijab became blurred until I stopped remembering why I would wear it. The relationship was slowly decreasing, resulting in me taking it off. It took me a lot of courage to take this... Continue Reading →
I was told to write about summer. And as I sit in my garden with the sun burning itself on to my back, staring at a blank page, I realise summer is a feeling, a concept. Something that can be shapeshifted into whatever we want it to be. The light at the end of the tunnel, the days we yearn for during the long hours of cramming our studies nights on end or summer can be the dreaded moments that we pray never visits us again.
Dear Taiba Years, I spent trying to create goals and plans to change and make another new year mine. After 2018, however, I concluded that there is no such thing as “my year”. It doesn’t exist. Because 2018 had started off brilliantly and had ended with even more incredulity. It would have been “my year”... Continue Reading →
The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas WARNING: MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS Reading a book is entering a completely another world. You have become someone else, live a different life through a collection of words. You can pretend you are saving the world and fighting villains. However, the best books are not the ones where you... Continue Reading →